"Of course I know why," said Texas. "Maddy's compartment is right next to Flair's and mine. Vic Singleton spent most of the night in with her. Phil's really carrying the torch for that ridiculous brunette."
"And you're carrying the torch for Vic, and Flair's sore at her old man for planning to marry Maddy," said George. "One big, happy family."
"I'm lucky Vic even brought me along," said Texas in her shy, quiet voice. "But if I can get out to Hollywood, maybe I can find a spot in pictures."
George knew her hope. They were experimenting with sound in motion pictures these days. As a singer, Texas thought she might get in on the ground floor. George doubted that sound would make the grade. It was a great idea but there were thousands of theatres across the land, none wired for sound, and the cost to change them would run higher than the national budget.
"At least you have no problems," said Texas. "You'll stay with the team and do the swim." There was no place for her in the Catalina action.
"I got problems," said George. "Everybody's fucking everybody in this group, if you'll excuse my French, but I'm not getting any."
Texas laughed. "There're all kinds of women on this train."
"I've seen 'em," said George. "How about you and me tonight."
"Sorry, George," said Texas. She rose quickly. "I like you but not in that way."
"A million times I've heard that," gloomed George.
After she left, George sat there nursing his flask and feeling bad about his low position on the totem pole. Vic could tap Maddy and Texas Bunny. He was pretty sure Phil had racked up Texas as well as Flair. Three gorgeous broads and he got nothing. It just wasn't fair. Fuck Maddy, his niece? Why not? She was like a stranger to him.
After a bit Phil came in, looking rocky and glum, stripped and fell into his bunk. He was snoring before George could get out of the compartment. Poor guy, his big triumph was dust in his mouth.
George headed for the club car to find the swaying train's passengers already settling down for the night. Berths were made up, people were retiring.
George found Vic Singleton in the club car, with a worried look, going over his figures for the Catalina swim. Phil was really sticking big numbers on Singleton's board; it had to be a class operation. Good for Phil.
He spoke with Vic for a moment who said: "Oh, George, would you mind giving Maddy a message for me? Tell her I'm going to bed early tonight." He gave George a wry smile. "Getting a little too much sex, I'm afraid," he whispered. "You know, older guy, younger woman. They want a lot. You see, if I go to tell her, I'll get excited again and the first thing you know it's another night in her compartment. I'm plumb wore out."
"It must be hard," said George, burning with envy.
"Or soft," kidded Vic. "A little too soft tonight."
He was gone with the wave of his hand.
George began to look for a knowing porter who did not believe in the Volstead Act and would find a way to refill his flask. I'll tell her, her thought. In fact, I'll put a one-night stand for you, Vic, and try to keep the kid happy. I oughta be good for one night.
Flask refilled, wallet lighter, George headed back to their Pullman, his resentment growing. What he ought to do was tie Vic's kid on her bunk and rip off a piece himself. He was getting real tired of moving among these three luscious dames and not getting any.
"I'm tired of men," said Flair to Texas Bunny. Flair sat on her bunk in her panties and bra watching the platinum blonde comb her hair.
"Tell me about it," said Texas. She smiled to herself. She knew that Flair had been a virgin until recently and had had no man except Phil. Wonderful Phil, with that huge, stiff prong.
"I'll never marry," said Flair.
"Good idea, honey. Men drain you," said Texas. She had a suspicion of Flair's problem. Since Flair's father had dropped Texas, Flair had suddenly become friendly with her. Right now Flair hated Maddy.
"I could be a lesbian," said Flair.
"Sure you could, honey," said Texas. "With your looks you could be anything." It was said without rancor. Texas was well satisfied with her own beauty, except that she was thirty to Flair's twenty. But so what?
"Have you ever done it?" asked Flair.
"Done what, Flair?"
"Made love to another woman."
"Not me!" laughed Texas. "There's no chance of a home, kids and a strong wage-earner if you go that way."
"You don't want a home and kids," said Flair. "You want to sing, excite men and make your money."
Suddenly Texas felt herself caught from behind and felt a warm, near-nude body pressing her. "You're sexy," said Flair dreamily. "Soft, sweet."
"My meat is loose on my bones, honey," laughed Texas nervously. She put down her comb. "Some men like that."
Flair kissed Texas on the back of the neck where shoulder joined throat. Texas shivered in a tremor of excitement.
"I'll bet we could make it," whispered Flair.
"Oh child, cut it out!" said Texas in alarm.
"I have to learn about sex," said Flair. "I'm twenty and totally ignorant."
Texas felt strong hands cup her breasts from behind. She wore only a thin dressing gown and her nipples jumped to life as Flair squeezed them. Texas felt a rush of sexuality clear down to her cunt.
"Nice," said Flair. Her voice sounded aroused.
"Cut it out!" cried Texas in her soft voice, thoroughly alarmed.
A strong hand ran up the slope of her throat and turned her head to her shoulder. Flair's warm lips sought hers and kissed.
"We're all alone in here, nobody to see or hear," whispered Flair. "We could get ourselves off and nobody would know. Isn't that swaying of the train sexy?"
"Forget it!" cried Texas in distress. She jumped up and freed herself. She turned to her bunk. Flair gave an excited laugh and caught her, fell on her taking her down on the bunk.
"Why don't we fool around a little?" said Flair.
Texas was really scared now. Flair was athletic, strong, weighed more than she did, and was younger to boot. And willful. Worse, that kiss on the lips had excited her some.
"Lay off of me!" cried Texas. She began to struggle which was a mistake. Flair held her down and wrestled, peeling off her robe. Texas found herself naked with Flair's big breasts almost in her face.
"Oh damn!" said Texas. She tried to strike Flair but the younger girl held her arm.
"You screwed my father," said Flair. "Why not try the rest of the Singleton meat."
"Flair!" gasped Texas. "Stop." Flair had put her strong hand on Texas Bunny's cunt.
Texas didn't know what to do. Flair was sort of spoiled, always got what she wanted. She might get them into deep trouble without realizing it. Then she had to gasp as Flair held her tight and fingered first along her cunt lips and then began to work a digit inside.
"Oh, Flair, don't do this!" she begged.
"I've never felt inside a cu-box except my own," said Flair. "Even that I couldn't feel much of until I lost my maidenhead. Just let me feel."
"No, no, no!" cried Texas, struggling. Her butt came off the bed, her legs spread. She gave a fruity groan as her teased cunt wetted and Flair's long finger dipped into her honey interior. "Ohmigod," Texas whimpered. Thrill after thrill shot up her belly as Flair force-masturbated her. That demanding finger caressing her clit was arousing her, heating her up.
"You're so good looking," breathed Flair. Her hot eyes swept Texas' body. Frigging Texas, she suddenly dropped her head and began to suck one of Texas' tits.
"Aw, Gawd!" gasped Texas, thrilling, struggling, dizzy with sudden good feeling. Flair had a real tight friction going on her clit. That questing tongue on her nipple crazed her further.
Flair lifted her head. "You're one hot bitch," she said as they both watched Texas Bunny's loins rock and buck to the masturbation.